Familiar

Poem

When I think back to my early days in New York
When I dined on lemonade instead of food and walked dogs just to stay
It seemed then like the city were an impossibly rich woman I could not please
So I aligned with the other unimpressives and thrived with the bottom feeders
Subsisting on scraps of time and attention and care
Until so little of me deserved so little
That if old me met new me
She’d cross the street and avert her eyes
Afraid to end up like the stranger
Who eyes in the crowd were
Familiar

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photograph by Philip Henzler

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